Where is That cool Frickin Thumb at!?!
Honestly, Miles was disappointed. It’s only been 3 days sure, but after his conversation with Ganke he realized maybe he wanted to see Hobie again more than he originally thought.
But instead of moping around he decided to go and try to find him! (Ganke basically kicked him out and told him to touch grass or something stupid like that. The asshole.)
Well, more like walk to the library and pray he sees him along the way. He has to get something printed out for one of his classes, and rather sooner than later. He wants to be free for the weekend so he can start on his next “project” with Uncle Aaron. And maybe hang out with his mom and dad too. They didn’t say goodbye on the best note.
Aside from that though, his real goal hasn’t been reached at all. It leaves him so frustrated Miles makes the decision to turn right back around and go the long way right before he goes up the stairs that head directly up to the library too. He already checked this hallway but who knows? He might get lucky.
He glances around at everyone in the hallway. Okay so, he’s looking for someone tall with wicks… maybe he just didn’t notice him the last walkthrough??? Okay he needs to be for real, if he was here he would stick out like a sore thumb. A really tall cool frickin thumb.
…
He sounds so fucking stupid.
He sighs as he does the walk of shame down the hallway. As he reaches the staircase he looks outside the window.
It looks super hot outside, but it’s the same inside too so he’s not really in a better situation. With this… sticky tie and stupid uniform with a bunch of layers. But if he took even one off some random teacher would have a hissy fit, especially since clubs are still active. If he were outside though they wouldn’t be able to say a thing.
Hmm…
He kinda wants to go outside now.
He does have spare change in his pocket and he also knows there’s a 100% chance an ice cream truck is down the block near the park. Hmmm…
Alast, if he were to walk towards the exit he would have to turn around AGAIN and he’s not sure if he can handle weird looks right now. Ugh.
Hmmmm…
You know what, who cares? He wants some ice cream!
Unfortunately, turns out he did in fact care. The glances people made at him made his skin crawl and now he’s weirdly aware of his neck. Not knowing what to do with his hands, he started randomly picking at the skin near his nails too. His final straw was when he heard someone laugh. He had no idea why they did, but it made him want to throw up. He made sure to walk even faster after that.
However, the feeling he got when he was finally free was totally worth it. He immediately took off his uniform. Well not all of it, he’s not crazy. Or atleast not that crazy. The only thing he leaves is the regular t he always wears under his uniform for, well, when he does this.
Miles ties his vest, collar shirt, and tie around his waist as he practically skips over to the park. Without all the stares from people in the hallway he feels infinitely better. Though, for all Miles knows they weren’t staring at him at all and it was in his head. Fuck anxiety for real.
When he reaches the park he’s smug as he sees multiple people with icee and ice cream carts, and an ice cream at the end of the street bustling with children and their parents. There’s no way someone wouldn’t take the opportunity to make a quick buck on a hot day like this.
Now he could get some ice cream and then do who knows what, doesn’t matter. Since his idea was impulsive, he didn’t really think to bring his basketball or anything.
He goes over to someone with a ice cream cart, the line for the truck was way too long to stand in while in this blazing hot, and when he goes into his pocket he realizes he doesn’t have just have money in his pocket.
He pays for his little ice cream cup and walks away happy as he goes over to the playground. He carefully climbs all the way to the top, making sure his ice cream doesn’t spill, and sits on the tiny roof it has. It’s hot up here but this way he has a good view of everything.
After all, in his pocket he always has random shit. But some of this random shit includes a tiny sketchbook and pen, which means anatomy practice. Like you know, a normal person.
I mean, there’s so many people here and there all moving, perfect for references. And since they’re constantly moving Miles is gonna be forced to make quick sketches of just simple shapes and make it look like a real human. Awesome.
Well maybe not for his hands and sanity but for improvement it’s worth it.
For a while, he does just that. He finished his ice cream in milliseconds, the damn thing was super tiny for a dollar, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t even feel the heat as he was lost drawing whatever he saw. The bird in the tree. The squirrel climbing down from a tree. A group of kids grabbing sticks to “defend” themselves from the squirrel. And a group of people playing basketball from the other side of the park. And then kinda repeating the whole process.
But sadly, drawing on top of a playground roof has its problems. For example, his posture is further ruined and now his back hurts. The 5 pages full of anatomy drawings more than make up for it though as he repeatedly cracks his back.
He did good, but now what? Should he start working out what he wants to put up with Uncle Aaron? He was planning on going with the flow and doing whatever for shits and giggles, but it would be nice to actually have something nice of his up on a wall. No where that his dad could find of course.
What should it be though? There’s not really anything he has to get down on paper right now. Atleast stuff that wouldn’t be mortifying to show to his Uncle. There’s nothing around here for inspiration either…
“Boo!”
Miles flinches and lets out a little yelp as he turns around to see someone had climbed the tic-tac-toe wall and is sitting right next to him.
“You’re Miles right?” The stranger grins as he leans back and forth on the tiny wall that’s keeping him up here and you know, not flopped on the hard ground. He doesn’t look old, in fact he looks Miles’s age. But Miles immediately leans away from him and gets ready to jump and run away, who knows what this guy wants, or better yet how he knows his name.
Miles didn’t piss someone off at his new school, right? Why else would some guy go around looking for him? He can fight if he needs to but if he’s about to get jumped or beat up or whatever the hell is going on his mom would surely have a heart attack. Does he have a knife on him? Doesn’t seem so but he could.
What. Is. Going. On.
“Pav, you know you sound really creepy right?”
Miles whips his head over to see a girl below them on the ground, and she seems familiar. Specifically, he remembered seeing the star design in her braids. He thought they were sick and until this week had never even seen anyone rock it before. Is it a new trend or something? Matter fact, he thinks he recognizes the stalker weird dude’s name too.
Pav… pav… who does he know that’s named Pav???
“Really?” The guy tilts his head, like he didn’t even know that knowing a strangers name is weird at best incredibly creepy in the middle and crazy killer stalker at worst.
“He doesn’t even know who you are, look at his face.” Miles blinks as he becomes aware of his expression. Heh, he probably does look clueless doesn’t he?
“Ohhhh yeah I guess he doesn’t.” The boy says simply after he leans closer to inspect Miles’s face and sigh.
“Well, I’m Pavitr, Pavitr Prabhakar.”
Pavitr looks over at him expectedly like that explains anything and sighs even louder when he realizes Miles is still very much confused.
“I’m in your Spanish class, so is Margo! Tuh tuh, you really need to pay attention more in class classmate,” he scolds him as the boricua makes a o shape with his mouth. That makes sense, explains why they looked so familiar.
“My bad, I probably should’ve known that by now,” Miles says awkwardly as he semi-relaxes. They don’t look like they’re about to fight him, and even if they were he’s pretty strong contrary to popular belief. He “fought” some kid in kindergarten (if you can even call it that) and after with some convincing of his parents from Unlce Aaron, started boxing at the ripe age of 7 and didn’t stop til a year ago. So he could definitely hold his own if need be. Probably. Hopefully.
“So uhh… no offense but, why’d you walk over here??” Miles cringed. That came out wrong.
“Pfft- I told you Pav,” Margo chuckles as she looks over to the boy who’s just rolling his eyes.
“Whatever- but well, you looked lonely! Plus, I’ve seen you here playing basketball all by yourself before and you looked really sad. So when I saw you here without a basketball, and I had a basketball, I thought ‘hey, go over to that dude and help him make some friends!’” Pav says dramatically as Miles visibly droops. Did he really look that pathetic to others??
“Oh please, you came over here cause I refused to play in this hot weather and YOU were lonely.” She smirks as she calls out Pavitr, sucks for him but it did make Miles feel better.
“Yeah that too I guess, but I also wanted to make a new friend!” Pavitr whines as he leans back, all the way back. The only thing stopping him from falling head first is his legs holding steady to the wall, but even then he can’t help but worry.
“Dude, that does not look safe.” He settles on saying as he scoots closer to him. Maybe he’ll be able to catch him if he falls…?
“It is!” He chirps enthusiastically and Miles might not think he’s a stalker anymore, but he hasn’t and probably never will retract his statement of this dude being a weirdo.
“Yeah it really, really is,” Margo sighs as she walks under them, leaving his sight. “While you guys do, well, whatever guys do, I’ll be right here in the shade,” he hears her say. Guess he’s gonna go play basketball now.
“Alright let’s go.” He says as he stuffs all his stuff back into his pockets and carefully jumps down.
“You’re gonna play?” Pavitr asks happily as he flips over and fucking backflips off the playground.
“Uh… yeah.”
“Cool!” He says as he walks off casually, like what happened just now didn’t blow Miles’s mind.
And in that one singular moment before following Pavitr, he decides on 2 things:
1. When he gets back to his dorm, he’s definitely drawing that
2. If Pavitr chose to fight him, he’d probably get his ass beat.